He did not move toward
the house until she vanished within it.
He was quiet during the meal, wondering at the change that had come
over him, for he felt a strange resignation. He told himself that it
was gratitude for her action in caring for his injured arm, and yet he
watched her narrowly for any sign that would tell him that she was
aware of his thoughts and was enjoying him. But he was able to
determine nothing from her face, for though she smiled often there was
nothing in her face at which he could take offense. She devoted much
of her time and attention to Bob. And Bob talked to Calumet. There
was something about the boy that attracted Calumet, and before the meal
ended they were conversing companionably. But toward the conclusion of
the meal, when in answer to something Bob said to him he smiled at the
boy, he saw Betty looking at him with a glance of mingled astonishment
and pleasure, he sobered and ceased talking. He didn't want to do
anything to please Betty.
He was saddling Blackleg after breakfast, intending to go down the
river a short distance, when he became aware that Betty was standing
near him. Without a word she handed him a bulky envelope with his name
written on it. He took it, tore open an end, and a piece of paper,
enclosing several bills, slipped out.
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